Justin exhaled slowly, his body betraying him by melting under her touch. "Yeah, well… today was a day."
Pressing her thumbs into a particularly tight spot. "What happened to keeping people on their toes? You'd be less bored that way."
Justin smirked, sipping his drink. "I figured a little shock factor wouldn't hurt. Keep 'em guessing, y'know?"
Sasha hummed, her fingers digging in deeper. "And how's that going for you?"
He sighed. "So far? No riots. No angry mobs. No one trying to poison my drink. I'd call that a win."
She snickered. "Give it time. You're still you, Justin. Trouble follows you like a lost puppy."
Justin chuckled, letting her work. For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound being the distant hum of the city outside and the occasional clink of ice in his glass.
It was nice. Too nice.
And maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the way she smelled—sweet, a little dangerous—but Justin's mind started drifting places it shouldn't.
